07 March 2017

poor dog --- he's starting to get tired of the miles-long walks, or maybe i'm just too impatient --- he can do three or four miles, but it'll be slow miles --- today i left him at home and walked to west end

peachtree to forsyth to whitehall --- falling backwards through time through the decay of south downtown ---- four miles and an hour and a half or two or so, what with dawdling to take pictures and what not --- caught the train back only because it was threatening rain ---

the stub of alexander street, one of the oldest streets in the city

blackberries blooming first week of march ain't right

i've passed through this intersection for as long as i can remember and i'm not sure i ever noticed these stairs --- a disparity of materials in what is the head of the peters street viaduct warrants continued interaction

broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime― mark twain

truly, what of good

ever have prophets brought to men?

craft of many words,

only through

evil your message speaks.

seers bring aye

terror, so to keep

men afraid.

―

aeschylus

he cannot be a gentleman which loveth not a dog.

john northbrooke, c. 1570

Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.

The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.

I never meant to say that the Conservatives are generally stupid. I meant to say that stupid people are generally Conservative. I believe that is so obviously and universally admitted a principle that I hardly think any gentleman will deny it.

john stuart mill in a letter to conservative mp sir john pakington (march 1866)